A Ghost ( Time To Find Out Deadly Facts)

Mirror

I have get ready for the party. I am totally dressed in wonderful custom for the night out. Yes. I am in middle of the party at 12am mid night. I am feeling so much exhaust.

I needed to check my make up. It feels, it's became little cakey.

So without wasting more time in the hall I rushed into the bathroom.

When I entered in the washroom I didn't found anything suspicious.

Every thing was all good. I opened my purse to take out my lipstick for touch up.

My lipstick was little bit miss place on my lips. I did little touch up with lipstick on my lips and with powder to set my foundation.

I was so much into setting up my make up that I didn't noticed when second image appeared in the mirror. I was seeing into the mirror, suddenly I realised there is someone's image appeared in the mirror apart of mine.

His eyes were popped out from his eyes sockets. Blood was bleeding from his right eye.

I wasn't sure what I am viewing is correct either not. I leaned little bit more closer to get the exact view, who's image I am seeing in the mirror. I placed my both hands on the sink shelve to peep more in.

I brought my face more close to the mirror. My face was just an inch away from the mirror.

Hey, it's very hard for me to figure out who is he? His eyes all most popped off from his eyes sockets, one eye was bleeding like anything. His neck was stabbed multiple times. Thank god his head not ripped off from his shoulders. It's still there.

I was just striving to figure out more things. I heard a voice coming from the mirror.

" Bitch will you Stop staring me like that, as you have not seen me from ages"

I squinted my eyes as a cold chill ran down my spine.

Hey, it's not a boy, it's a girl. It means I am seeing a girl ghost in the mirror.

I drifted my eyes down. She called me bitch that means she knows me very well. This girl nearly looks about 16 years old, she is of my age. I have met so many ghosts but none of them have called me bitch yet, as she called me.

Her voice seems so much familiar to me. Do I know this girl?

" Hey, what are you looking at, stop staring me like this as you don't know me. Are you lost?

I am lost, I need your help Maddy" she called me again

Her voice matches from Veronica. Are you Veronica? I literally wanted to speak out but my half voice got stuck into my throat.

" Can you help me" she asked again.

No I am wrong she is not Veronica. She doesn't like late night parties. And all I known her she always avoid drugs and drunken parties.

I think I should ignore her. I know if I will ignore her automatically she will vanish. I should pretend that I have not heard her. I kept focusing on my make up touch ups, as I have showed I didn't listen her at all.

I always applies this mantra's when I have to avoid any ghost.

"Maddy listen.

I know you can listen me. Stop avoiding me. I need your help. I know you merely one who can help me out from this mess" she called my name again.

It was very hard for me to avoid her and at a same time it's hard to accept this ghost looks like my best friend.

" No I am seeing something wrong. Might be she looks alike Veronica" I mumbled.

I still on my make up touch ups. I kept pretending but that kid came closer to me and touched my hand.

Make up brush fell down from my hand. It feels like my hand sliced off. It hurts like hell. Yes, I can feel that ghost pain. What they sufferers before facing death.

I inhaled deeply to bring myself and my mind in centre.

I took my steps backward as that mirror girl was piercing into my eyes. I have no guts to go close of the sink shelve to pick up my purse and make up kit.

I moved my head right to left. My breath was racing like hell.

Suddenly I heard voice coming from my right side. I turned my head at my right direction. Toilet door opened.

A small boy was sitting on the commode with his bear on his lap.

His skin was pale and his neck was also stabbed as the mirror girl neck was stabbed.

" I am lost. I am looking for my mother. Do you know where is she" he asked with puppy face.

I had furrow on my brows. I literally don't know how to react. At a same time I was seeing two ghosts one is in the mirror and second is on the toilet commode. I pursed my lips tightly with fear.

I am not fear cause of ghost I am most fear from their touch. It's really hurts when they touches me.

That boy jumped off the commode.

" Do you know my mother scares from which thing" he asked me with death eyes. Few mins back he had puppy eyes now suddenly his eyes turned into dark shade.

I didn't responded to his words.
He asked same question with more aggressive way this time his volume increased little more louder and became heavier.